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10-30-07, 01:03 AM
JAGS
Jesus and God Saves
See that’s the kind of statement
You should put on a state plate
Verse 1
You gotta be the one with prollems
Errybody tried helping and you still
Can’t manage to solve ‘em
Nobody can’t save ya soul, you really
Need the Koran or Bible til you find
In you control
Man I know about the troubles that’ll
Surface the globe
I know sometimes I prayed too much
When I was a kid
Yeah go ahead, and do the same foul
Stuff I did
And watch it all come back to attack
From the back like big bubba who can’t
Keep his hands off
So you made a prison weapon and shanked
His HANDS OFF
I had demons since I was a little boy
I aint act right, I gave my mom problems
And she whooped me white
Sometimes I feel as if I don’t deserve a
Second chance
When everybody put me down she made
Me Feel like the man
When I was practicing my skills to be the
Best at sports
She played with me when my peers wouldn’t
And that’s why I claim JAGS
JAGS
Jesus and God Saves
See that’s the kind of word
You should put on a state plate
She didn’t want me around the neighborhood perv
And homies I grew up with would hold me down
Turn around they getting booked on murder charges
And assault
While I was working low wages for the gear I bought
Yeah I did dirt too, I aint better than no man
But yeah there is a saying when the ish hit
The fan
Sorta like reality when it hits a fan
I’m speaking on the fact that you don’t even
Understand
Mama made it work when she aint feel like a winner
Because when she was broke I still ate steak for dinner
So you can’t tell me people can’t come up and make
It
And push YOU to be the best at what you do in this
Lifetime
that’s the very story that became my lifeline
The pulse to my starvation to get rich and then give
Chips til she can’t work no more
That’s MY LIFE I can’t be broke no mo’
JAGS
Jesus and God Saves
See that’s the kind of word
You should put on a state plate
Jesus and God Saves
See that’s the kind of statement
You should put on a state plate
Verse 1
You gotta be the one with prollems
Errybody tried helping and you still
Can’t manage to solve ‘em
Nobody can’t save ya soul, you really
Need the Koran or Bible til you find
In you control
Man I know about the troubles that’ll
Surface the globe
I know sometimes I prayed too much
When I was a kid
Yeah go ahead, and do the same foul
Stuff I did
And watch it all come back to attack
From the back like big bubba who can’t
Keep his hands off
So you made a prison weapon and shanked
His HANDS OFF
I had demons since I was a little boy
I aint act right, I gave my mom problems
And she whooped me white
Sometimes I feel as if I don’t deserve a
Second chance
When everybody put me down she made
Me Feel like the man
When I was practicing my skills to be the
Best at sports
She played with me when my peers wouldn’t
And that’s why I claim JAGS
JAGS
Jesus and God Saves
See that’s the kind of word
You should put on a state plate
She didn’t want me around the neighborhood perv
And homies I grew up with would hold me down
Turn around they getting booked on murder charges
And assault
While I was working low wages for the gear I bought
Yeah I did dirt too, I aint better than no man
But yeah there is a saying when the ish hit
The fan
Sorta like reality when it hits a fan
I’m speaking on the fact that you don’t even
Understand
Mama made it work when she aint feel like a winner
Because when she was broke I still ate steak for dinner
So you can’t tell me people can’t come up and make
It
And push YOU to be the best at what you do in this
Lifetime
that’s the very story that became my lifeline
The pulse to my starvation to get rich and then give
Chips til she can’t work no more
That’s MY LIFE I can’t be broke no mo’
JAGS
Jesus and God Saves
See that’s the kind of word
You should put on a state plate